A-Z Blog Challenge: G is for Gotta Sing the Blues by Margaret Fieland

It's that time again!!!  Unwritten and some 1000 other blogs participated last year, and this year looks to be even bigger! Just like last year, I've opened up the blog to host 26 fabulous writers, with each day of the challenge representing the letters of the alphabet from A-Z. I've asked each writer to focus on something that is personal to them, so we can learn more about each other. 

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A-Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2013

Gotta Sing Those Blues

by Margaret Fieland

I love writing rhymed poetry, even though it's out of favor among serious poets, and I've got a collection of Blues Poems. Here are a couple for your reading pleasure.

Bystander's Blues

Sun is setting, ass is dragging,

thinking of a cup of Joe.

See a kid take out a Jimmy,

wire a car, then watch him go.

Kid's a grandson of my neighbor,

Look around, he's in a fight.

Grandma ain't no better,

stealing gin and getting tight.

See a cop around the corner,

big and fat, and looking mean.

Take a breath, walk right on over,

tell him everything I seen.

Pretty soon cops call his Grandma,

come on by, they take him in.

Grandson's landed in the slammer,

Grandma's back to lifting gin.

This old word keeps right on turning

spite of everything I do.

Though I try to make a difference,

karma just ain't coming through.

Do my best to make my choices,

do my best to make them right.

Till I stand before my maker,

I'll keep moving toward the light.

Regret, Me, Not Me Blues

I didn't get to bed last night,

which wasn't very bright.

I drank six cups of coffee,

now my body's taking flight.

I'm yearning for mouthful

of a Mickey's Warm Delight

while singing the "Regret, Me, Not Me" blues.

I put aside some money

in my savings IRA

to cover my expenses

in retirement one day.

Now the market's down so much

all I can do is pray

while humming the "Regret, Me, Not Me" blues.

They say if you are feeling bad,

try singing in the rain

because the singing will

rejuvenate your brain.

When I'm singing in the office,

my co-workers all complain.

Now I'm whistling the "Regret, Me, Not Me" blues.

Dieter's Blues

Although I'm trying to lose weight

I still decide to bake a cake,

I never stop to wonder why.

I don't eat breakfast cause I'm late

and because I'm half awake --

but will it help me lose that weight?

My stomach's empty, eat some pie

although it's one I didn't make,

and yet I never wonder why.

Go to a potluck, heap my plate,

then later have a chocolate shake,

although I'm trying to lose weight.

Shop for dinner, eye and buy

a baked potato and a steak,

but never stop to wonder why.

I get disgusted, start to take

some diet pills, for goodness sake,

because I am not losing weight

and yet I really don't know why.

****

Born and raised in New York City, Margaret Fieland has been around art and music all her life. Her poems and stories have appeared in journals such as Turbulence Magazine, Front Range Review,and All Rights Reserved. She is one of the Poetic Muselings. Their poetry anthology, Lifelines, was published by Inkspotter Publishing in November, 2011. She is the author of Relocated, published by MuseItUp Publishing, and of Sand in the Desert. Her book, The Angry Little Boy, will be published by 4RV Publishing in 2013.

Website: http://www.margaretfieland.com/
blog: http://www.margaretfieland.com/blog1/
Relocated: http://www.margaretfieland.com/relocated/ 
Poetic Muselings: http://poetic-muselings.net/